Mary wasn't ready to call it a day on her birthday, so she contacted some of the local family to have supper with us. Brandon wasn't feeling well, so he and Ari didn't come, but Harrison did. We made it Sammy's Pizza in downtown Fargo. As we walked in a familiar greeting came, "Hello, Mr. Bueling." Teresa Spiekermeier , the longtime owner of the business, called my name. We had a nice little visit along with the pizza. After finishing Harrison pronounced it as his "new favorite pizza."
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